Page 80 of Never Have I Ever
“I’m picking you up.”
She lets out a breath. “Okay.”
I can hear her smile through the phone, and I close my eyes, imagining what it looks like.
All I can think of is when I’m going to see her again. I know this has to end, especially if she moves halfway across the world. And when this inevitably ends, I’ll be nothing but an experience to her, but she will always be my angel.
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I don’t want to play anymore
Grayson
I’m restless.
I’m moving on the balls of my feet, waiting impatiently for a flash of blonde to appear at the gates.
I don't know why I'm panicking. It's not like this is the first time I've seen her. It hasn't even been that long since the last time I saw her. I saw her a week ago, which isn’t that long, but it seems like it’s been an eternity since I last had my hands wrapped in that golden blonde hair of hers or saw that smile that brings me to my knees.
My favorite thing about Rosie is her smile. The way her cheeks glow and her eyes wrinkle, and that beautiful mouth grins wide. I love it, and I can’t wait any longer to see it.
I don’t even know if she’s gotten off the plane yet, and I’m here waiting like an idiot for this girl who’s my… what is she exactly? My fuck buddy? That doesn’t seem right.
I still as I watch her walk out of the gates, dragging her suitcase along behind her, as she searches around the room for me. I grin. I fucking grin like a madman.
Her eyes find mine, and I somehow manage to smile even more as I watch her try to run in those heels of hers. Why does she wear heels everywhere she goes? I mean, I’m not complaining, they look sexy on her and those legs. I want her naked and those legs wrapped around me, still wearing those heels.
The taps of her shoes get louder as she approaches me, and I erase the distance, striding forward towards her. She drops her suitcase, jumps into my arms and wraps those long legs around my waist as I hoist her up. Fuck, I’ve missed her.
She wraps her arms around my neck and brings her mouth to mine. I kiss her softly. I kiss her hard. I kiss her like I’ve missed her. I make up for the fact that we haven’t seen each other in over a week, and it’s been driving me crazy.
I pull back, brush her golden hair out of her face, and bring one hand to cup her face. “I fucking missed you, angel.”
Her cheeks turn the cutest shade of pink as she smiles at me. “Me too,” she breathes out.
I don’t want to let go, so I crash my mouth back down on hers. I slide my tongue inside, tasting her like I want to taste her body. I kiss her hard and show her how much I've missed having her here with me in my arms.
After a while, I set her back down on her feet, ignoring everyone else around us. I don’t care what they think. All I care about is my angel right in front of me.
She picks up her suitcase, and I hold out my hand, beckoning her to take it. She wraps her small fingers with mine, intertwining them together, as I get her out of there and head back to my place.
“I’ve never been in your room before,” Rosie says as she looks around my room. She glances at the walls, my bed, my dresser. She’s taking it all in, and I’m taking her all in. The image of her on my bed has me grinning as I take off my shirt.
“You have,” I tell her. “You just ran out of here before you could see it.”
She turns, facing me with pink cheeks. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just thought you’d be alone.” She shrugs, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I should have known better.”
My brows furrow. “What does that mean?”
She bites her lip as she looks down. “It means I knew your reputation. I should have figured you’d be hooking up with a girl.”
I hate that she believes everything those dumbasses say about me. I thought after everything, she would know that I’m not like that. “We were just kissing.”
Her eyes snap up, and she gives me a look of disbelief. “So, you’re telling me that if I didn’t walk in, you wouldn’t have hooked up with her?”
I clamp my mouth shut. She got me there. Brianna and I would have probably hooked up if she hadn’t walked into my room, but I’m glad she did. “Okay, you’re right.” I concede. “But that doesn’t matter anymore.”
She sits on the edge of my bed, fiddling with the hem of her dress. “I know we’re not… you know.” She glances up at me for a split second and then looks back down at her hands on her dress. “I just wanted to know if you were still hooking up with other girls.”
